Colors weave into a spire of flame. Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed. Bear this torch against the cold of the night. Search your soul and re-awaken the undying light! On that day, when the sky fell away, our world came to an end. In our rise did a fading sunrise in the dark, glimmering shadows.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6618 | 2020-07-28 20:53:44 | 129.65 | 99% |
| 4687 | 2020-07-05 03:54:29 | 106.23 | 98% |
| 2262 | 2020-05-23 03:43:32 | 123.17 | 99% |